Chapter II.
Emperor Murong Tong hesitated for a moment, and hammered His Royal Highness the Prince of the World on the chest, at this moment, he no longer pretended to be seductive and charming, no longer gloomy eyebrows, and exuded a strange awe-inspiring heroic aura.
Xu Fengnian lay on the slope and said with a smile: "Chen Yu, who ranks second on the rouge rating, is said to be not inferior to Nangong, you know."
Emperor Murong Tong nodded, but as for why Chen Yu and Nangong were mentioned, he was confused.
Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "That Nangong is the same as you, he is a man, he has a white fox face, and he looks better than you."
Now he is watching the secret tips in the Tingchao Pavilion of the Beiliang Palace, and when he comes out of the building, he may be the first in the world.
My two knives, Chunlei and Xiudong, were originally his, and later one was given and borrowed. ” Emperor Murong Tong laughed and said, "You explain again, be careful to be treated as three hundred taels of silver here." ” Xu Fengnian was relieved, he had a thousand knots in his heart, and he could help the two sisters and brothers untie a knot and deal with the stubble of the Xuanyuan family, as for the life trend of Emperor Murong Tong, he only needed to bury the foreshadowing that could not be called a foreshadowing, and then he would no longer care about it in the future.
This game of chess, you really have to learn from Huang Sanjia's old monster, don't care if you draw tiger dogs, let's talk about it after learning.
Xu Fengnian didn't have a reason to think of the dragon and tiger mountain celestial who came by dragon in a dream, Zhao Huangchao, this Zhao is not the Zhao of the Zhao family of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, Xu Fengnian has not yet figured out whether it is a dream or a reality, if it is the truth, why didn't the girl react who was climbing the cliff all night Hehe didn't even notice it to the old sword god Li Chungang, but it was a spring and autumn dream, the white python to the black dragon, the middle-aged Taoist priest Zhao Huangchao said everything is reasonable, especially the Zhang Xu Tianlong who rose from the cliff, Almost the same as the Spring Thunder Evil Jiao Shocking Dragon Diagram, this picture of the Heavenly King and Heavenly Maiden is from the hands of the Great Qi Refiner, supplemented by evil prophecy, Xu Fengnian frowned, he didn't dare to tell anyone about this strange thing for the time being, I am afraid that only by returning to Beiliang can he mention it to Xu Xiao and Li Yishan.
His Royal Highness didn't know that not long ago in Huishan, someone happened to be looking at the dragon and tiger with him.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng and grandfather Xuanyuan Guoqi stood on the Wangjiang Platform of the Wending Pavilion, the two of them stood by the railing, the Wending Pavilion was built according to the cliff, and the Wangjiang Platform was abruptly out of the horizon, the mountain wind hunted, the high place was not cold, Xuanyuan Qingfeng pulled the collar of his coat, and the old man with frosty sideburns smiled: "It's cold for you lazy girl, like your father, you are unwilling to contribute to martial arts, and practicing martial arts is not necessarily to fight and kill, strengthening the body is fundamental." ” Xuanyuan Qingfeng's cheeks were blown red by the wind stirred by the wind that swept from the river to the wall of Guniugang, shrunk his neck, and said coquettishly: "It's not too late to learn now." ” Xuanyuan Guoqi, who hung the ancient sword name on his waist, smiled and said nothing.
The old man is the only seedling of his generation of Xuanyuan in Huishan, after the defeat of the ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan, the retreat practice, are supported by the Xuanyuan national weapon single-handedly, when he was young and nameless, and Li Chungang, the invincible sword god at that time, missed the opportunity to fight, nearly 20 years to become famous, the first battle down the mountain picked the hardest Wu family sword mound to do the grinding sword stone, forced Wu Jiasu Wang sword out of the sheath, Xuanyuan national weapon although defeated but still glorious, was praised by the martial arts for the late bloom, these years of friendship are all old Cang, not long ago just went to the Dongyue sword pool, One sword overturned six sword puppets and sword puppets, and their reputation followed closely after Deng Tai'a, I don't know if the rumors in the rivers and lakes will replace Wang Mingyin by Xuanyuan Guoqi to become the eleventh one.
Xuanyuan Guoqi said softly: "I heard that Li Chungang is next to the prince of Beiliang. ” The old man's fingers flicked the scabbard, and the ancient sword in the sheath trembled, covering the howling of the mountain wind, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng was no different.
The old man sneered and said: "What kind of sword immortal spirit Li Chungang used to be, when did he become Beiliang's lackey, it was really disappointing, I wanted to return from the sword pool, so I went to find this sword predecessor to have a discussion, now although it is easy to eat, I don't know if Li Chungang is still worthy of this sword out of the sheath."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and said: "The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, isn't the old man the eighth?"
Xuanyuan Guoqi smiled indifferently: "Girl, don't play tricks, do you know that the realm of kendo has regressed, and you want to be brave and diligent, especially the master of Li Chungang's realm, the difficulty is not worse than that of the catastrophe and ascension, as long as it is not the first level of the sword immortal, your grandfather can fight."
If this eighth is the eighth of real money, it is easy to say, if it is just thinking about Li Chungang's unparalleled heroic appearance back then, and only giving a name, then it is better for me to pierce this fig leaf, without the Trojan horse cow and an arm, the former sword god was defeated under the sword of Baopu, it is better than being used as a stepping stone by those young descendants. ” Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to speak, but the old man waved his hand and said, "Girl, go first, don't be blown out of the cold."
Your crazy dad is going to nag me for a month. ” Xuanyuan Qingfeng left the Winning Pavilion with a gloomy face.
Reading and reading to dementia, how can the Xuanyuan family, which is full of martial arts idiots, stand in the pavilion Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked in the pavilion with bookshelves erected on both sides, and a slender hand slowly wiped it on the secret book arranged by the first pronunciation of the words, her eyes were dull.
Most of the ancient books that these fingers have touched are the secrets of martial arts that the rivers and lakes dream of, most of them she has read and remembered them in her mind, because she knows that once she gets married, even if she recruits a son-in-law, she will no longer be allowed to enter the Wending Pavilion, so she has been reciting the contents of the secrets hard all these years, page after page, book after book, hoping to find a man who can rely on it in the future, to prosper the long house that was consumed by the scholar's father, and restore the atmosphere that the sect should have.
After walking out of the Winning Pavilion, Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked resolute.
An old woman who took care of Xuanyuan Qingfeng grew up hurriedly ran over and whispered, "Miss, Yuan Tingshan is back, and there are signs of serious injuries and death." ” Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked calmly: "Can it be saved" The old woman shook her head and said, "Ordinary methods, you will definitely die." ” Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood on the spot, unable to give up.
The old woman said with pity: "Miss, this Yuan Tingshan will die when he dies, and he will find a young man to cultivate it carefully." ” Xuanyuan Qingfeng's lips turned pale and he muttered, "I don't have this chance." ” She turned around suddenly, walked past the countless bookshelves in the attic, came to Wangjiang Platform, and knelt behind Xuanyuan Guoqi with a plop.
The old man, who was perfect in Qi cultivation and kung fu, was just silent and did not ask out loud.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng put his hands and knees on the cold and biting green jade ground, and said in a deep voice: "Ask grandpa to save Yuan Tingshan's life" Xuanyuan Guoqi said something that made outsiders scratch their heads, "If you want to humiliate others, you must first have self-humiliation skills." ” Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body began to tremble, becoming more and more violent, and finally lay on the ground, his heart was like a knife, and he sobbed: "Grandpa, why did the old ancestor choose me for double cultivation Why as long as grandpa can save Yuan Tingshan, as long as Yuan Tingshan can block the ten swords of the old ancestor, Qingfeng doesn't have to go to the bull to descend."
Xuanyuan shook his head.
A middle-aged Confucian scholar who had a seven-point resemblance to Xuanyuan Guoqi coughed and walked into the Wangjiang platform, his hair was tied in a scarf, he held the moral forbidden thunder spell in one hand, covered his mouth with the other, and put his palm behind him after letting go, a pool of scarlet blood.
Xuanyuan Guoqi said slightly angrily: "Jingcheng, since you are not in good health, don't walk around" Xuanyuan Jingcheng said bitterly: "Life and death have fate, just accept fate." ” Xuanyuan Guoqi, who had his back to the father and daughter, waved his sleeves, obviously quite angry.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng changed the Taoist books into the hand with the palm full of blood, clenched it tightly, bent over, and wanted to support his daughter with his free hand.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was already weak in his hands and feet, but at this time, for some reason, he surged a force, smashed off his biological father's hand, and scolded with resentment: "You are not worthy" Xuanyuan Jingcheng, the eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family, had a bitter face, and said softly: "Go, your mother warmed a pot of angelica wine for you to warm your stomach." ” Xuanyuan Qingfeng staggered to his feet and staggered out of the Wangjiang platform, leaving Xuanyuan Jingcheng with a resolute and desolate back.
Xuanyuan Guoqi was angry and mourned his misfortune, raised his voice and reprimanded: "Look at it, in order to marry a broken shoe that can be a wife, you lost the face of your family, not to mention, what have you done all these years?"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "Read." ” "Read the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period."
"Reading Taoism is inaction."
"Read Buddhism and Compassion."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said word by word, tepid, and his tone was extremely slow.
Indeed, it's not a temper, how can he withstand the white eye suppression of the past 20 years, and the other two rooms are already riding on his head to and pee, but this reader never said a word, just read a book.
"Jingcheng wants to let the ancestor know that his so-called three religions are connected, and bullshit."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng walked to the railing and stood side by side with Xuanyuan Guoqi.
Xuanyuan Guoqi was so angry that his eyebrows trembled, and he couldn't wait to slap this unsuccessful but demonic son to death.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled, clenched the moral forbidden thunder spell, and the blood seeped into the page more and more, and said, "Since you can't become an immortal real person" "Shut up the big rebellious thing" Xuanyuan Guoqi slapped his son in the face and walked away.
Obviously, if the middle-aged scholar was allowed to continue, he would only be even more speechless.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was slapped in the face, was indifferent and looked at the dragon and tiger.
It stands to reason that with the strength of Xuanyuan Guoqi, even if he is restrained, the traces on Xuanyuan Jingcheng's face will never be fleeting.
When the Pavilion was empty, he threw out the moral forbidden thunder spell and jumped over the railing. flew out of the Guniu Dagang and went straight to the surface of the Longwang River.
When falling into the air, the toes of the toes step on the book, and the diagonal forward sweeps across the air, like an eagle like a falcon.
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The real people in the world are close at hand, and they are not recognized.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng floated across the Longwang River, the first time he landed on the shore on his toes, and blasted out a big pit, the second step was slightly smaller, the third step was again, seven steps in a row, step by step on the pit, like a lotus blooming.
One step at a time, one step at a time, step by step lotus.
Seven steps later, there was no dust on the ground
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